After making my way through the busy streets of Pondicherry, packed with yellow and green auto-rickshaws and bikes, I finally found myself staring at a bright yellow-coloured house with an arched doorway. That was when I knew the French quarters had begun. Most commonly referred to as White Town, this part of Pondicherry is nothing like the other lanes that run through it, and everything like any lane that runs through a quaint town in France.






